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LordLocke Bloody Savior

Joined: 14 Jul 2003 Posts: 244 Location: Under my own shadow...
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Posted: Fri Jun 04, 2004 3:10 pm Post subject: |
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The door to the Cargo Room creeked loudly as it swung inward, it's metal hinges grating on each other as Shizumaru opened the portal with difficulty.
"Man, this ship could use some oil... or something." Bud idly commented as he peered into the dark hold.
Lisa looked in, unable to see far into the shadows. "This place looks kinda... creepy in the dark." She clutched her broom a little tighter. "Let's just see if they got some pot and soil, and get out of here."
The others nodded. Leaving the door open to provide some light, they headed in. There was an out-of-order sign hanging on the light switch, but being from worlds and times without technology, none of them noticed it anyways.
Inside, they began to scan the labels on some of the crates and boxes, looking for soil and pots.
"This one says 'Mops.'" Lisa looked at the other two.
"I've found some buckets!" Bud stopped peering into another crate.
Shizumaru shook his head. "I don't think this one has anything either."
"All I've found is-" Guri was cut off when suddenly the door to the cargo hold slammed shut. All four stared as their light was cut off, leaving them in complete darkness. "-trouble." Guri muttered, his eyes darting around in the darkness.
Shizumaru went to the cargo door, but it refused to budge. "It's stuck!"
Bud ran over and tried the door to no success. "What? How can it be stuck? We just opened the rusty thing a few moments-"
"That's it! The door must have rusted shut!" Lisa began looking around in the crates for something new. "Let's se if we can't some oil to get it open!"
"In just a couple moments? Lisa, have you gone nuts?" Bud looked at his sister skeptically.
"You got any better ideas, Bud?" Lisa began feeling around in a new crate.
"Well... no... but..."
"Then help look." Bud moved from the door to another crate while Shizumaru continued to work on the door.
Meenwhile, Guri, who's vision in the dark was better then the others, saw a bit of movement over to one side of the room. "i think something in here with us." Guri's eyes began to dart around a lot more, scanning for anything that moved in the dark.
He was rewarded by seeing a bucket just before it bounced off his head. "It's probably just a rat, slave! Now help look!" Came Bud's voice from the direction it was thrown.
Guri opened a sack, but didn't look in, too intent at scanning his surroundings. "It was too big to be a rat..." Reaching into the bag, a loud snapping sound occured. "YEOW!" Guri pulled his hand back out, just to find it covered with mousetraps.
"What was that, slave?" Bud called out.
"I found a goddamn bag of mousetraps, Billy! What kind of moron stores them primed, anyways?" Guri shook them off, nursing his injured fingers in his mouth.
"Good. Put one out for your rat, then." Lisa's footsteps could be heard moving to another crate. "Not in here, either..."
"I'm telling you, it isn't a-" Guri noticed something moving near the ceiling. Something big. "-rat..."
Shizumaru tensed up, and turned around just in time to sense SONETHING flying at him. Dodging to one side, the sound of metal grating on metal could be heard, sparks flying from where the objects had collided, momentarially lighting up the bottom of what seemed to be a jagged sawblade.
"What was that?" Bud cried out towards Shizumaru.
"It was some kind of... blade? Did either of you two knock anything down?" Shizumariu had his hands firmly on his umbrella, scanning the room as best he could in the dark. He felt something... dark in the room with them.
"I didn't!" Bud cried out.
"Neither did I! Maybe it was that rat!" Lisa opened another box.
"I'm telling you, it's not a rat!"
Shizumaru paused for a moment to look for the blade, but was unable to find it. "Hmmm.."
"I found some lamps!" Lisa cried out. After a moment, a dim light appeared about half-way into the cargo hold, and came running towards the front. Lisa emerged from the boxes, Bud and Guri a moment later. "So, what happened?"
"Some blade came crashing into the floor, cutting into it and making sparks." Shizmaru pointed to where the blade hit.
"I don't see any blade, or even any scratch marks. All I see is some rusty water. Like everywhere else on the ship." Bud commented, then began tu turn back into the hold. "Lisa, where did you find those lamps?"
Shizumaru almost disagreed, but even in the dim light, the water seemed a little too... thick. Reaching down into it, he found it sticky as well. It was thick enough to cover the scratches, which he felt underneath. "That's not water. That's... blood?"
"What?" Bud came running back as Lisa bent down to take a closer look. Indeed, the substance was too thick, too sticky, too... red to be anything else.
bud pointed at the hinges. "It's on the door, too!" Sticky blood was splattered on the door, especially on the joints. "This must be why the door won't open!"
Guri suddenly felt a chill. He turned around... and began to gibber in fear. "Bl... bl..."
"Bl? What are you muttering about, slave?" Bud snorted out as he continued to inspect the hinges.
"Bl... BLUEBERRY!" Guri screamed.
"WHAT?" They all turned around... to see a tall blue-skinned demon grinning down at them, madness shining in his eyes. One of his wings was broken about half-way through, dripping blood in large amounts. After am oment, the blood seemed to harden into a new bladed tip.
Then, Jedah pointed with one finger, and the tip seemed to extend on ligaments and sinew, shattering Lisa's lamp and extinquishing the light.
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I'll start the next chain on poor Piastol
1 A-vote to Piastol _________________
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Seril Eternity Eight

Joined: 29 Apr 2004 Posts: 131 Location: Lost Ground
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Posted: Fri Jun 04, 2004 3:13 pm Post subject: |
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Returning to the ship after dealing with two underwater-type turtle monsters, Asuka desynched with the mecha and lept out of it, landing softly on the deck. "Such an odd world. Those monsters could almost pass off as creatures from the Alter Forest."
Such an odd tournament. If we need not fight each other, then how is the victor determined? This makes it even harder to win my revenge...then again, is it really revenge I'm seeking?
Asuka's stomach grumbled, "It has been a while since I last ate, I was planning on getting food at the celeberation." With set determination to get some food, Asuka began walking to the mess hall. _________________
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Simplistic Hero Its better on a bevel.

Joined: 02 Jul 2002 Posts: 187 Location: Fortress of Freaking Solitude
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Posted: Fri Jun 04, 2004 3:14 pm Post subject: |
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Twelve flights of stairs later, Brahne found the metal door label "Supply Room." Please have your aquisition slips ready or you WILL NOT me admitted equipment.
Brahne put her hands on her hips and proceed to catch her breath. Beads of sweat were forming on her forhead, and she glanced back at the stairs angrily, but just slow enough for a certain mischievious racoon to jump out of site.
She had no idea she was being followed.
Brahne pushed open the door and set about looking for somthing she could wield against the formidable opponents she knew were all over this damn ship-fearing contraption.
The room was littered with mechanics and electronics. Crates of robot parts. Tools. Unidenifiable artifacts. And that sailor had thought there were no weapons on board. Everything here must've wiegh enough to knock somone unconcious. Another sailor, more professional, ran up to her from the side.
"Is there somthing I can help you with? Do you have your aucuisition slip?" Brahne hit him hard in the nose with her fist and he went down straight and hard.
"Shove it."
After moments of digger, Brahne had found the weapon she desired. The large, gas-powered drill was too heavy to be used on land, but she imagined was used for undersea salvage. Gripping the handle against her misection, she grabbed a second lever on the side, pulling back on it and bringing the machine to life. A large serrated bit spun violently, flinging dust and small bits of from its surface.
The tools engine was so loud, Brahne never could have heard the racoon close the Equipment room door behind him.
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FnordFromAbove Isn't she cute?

Joined: 14 Apr 2004 Posts: 78 Location: Passing you...on the right
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Posted: Fri Jun 04, 2004 3:17 pm Post subject: |
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Driving a car on a ship is usually not a good idea. Even if the car is not particularly large and falls more in the kart category.
Toadette didn't care.
Whee!!!
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Toadette is driving around on the upper deck of the ship (albeit slower than she normally likes to go). Paratroopa is on the back, sizing up the other players. They are available for interaction individually or as a pair.
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A-votes=2
R-votes=2
WP=5
JP=5 _________________
Whee!!!
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Thirdtwin the original -SHINING JUSTICE-

Joined: 02 Jul 2002 Posts: 778 Location: in a box of mistery
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Posted: Fri Jun 04, 2004 3:18 pm Post subject: |
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"Damn. I don't even know how they got me again," Red sighed as the smells of brine, rust and oil assaulted his nostrils. He crossed his arms behind his head, taking in the massive monolith of rusty metal, and the boundless ocean in which it floated, calmly and collectedly. "After the last one..." he muttered, a memory of that final round--lost, wandering across a nightmarescape of twisted memories and shattered dreams--flashing in his mind for a moment. "I really have no business being back in one of these things."
But you do, echoed his inner thoughts. Your parents... your sister... don't you want them back?
"...dammit, am I hearing voices? Whaddafook's wrong with me?" Red continued to talk to himself. A girl with blue hair stared at him menacingly. Red made an obscene gesture at her.
"One more thing, there shall be a ten minute truce at the beginning of every round to allow you all to scatter from potential adversaries. Beginning... Now."
"Ten-minute truce, eh? Why the hell not. I'm thirsty as hell anyway." And thus Red wandered off, looking for the mess hall (A boat as big as this, it's gotta have a mess hall).
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Red is now heading (albeit in a rather indirect fashion) to the mess hall, which he will reach via the elevator.
R-votes to:
Cyan
Master Chief
Shizumaru
A-vote to:
Piastol _________________ TT
Thanks to JSG for the r4wking banner
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Lisa Pumpkin Queen

Joined: 03 Jul 2002 Posts: 1804 Location: Fa'Diel
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Posted: Fri Jun 04, 2004 3:19 pm Post subject: |
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Well, seeing as the chain got messed up anyway, I'll toss out some R-votes. xD
1 R-vote to Bud
1 R-vote to Shizumaru(adding to the chain)
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San Draco Elven High Wizard

Joined: 08 Jul 2002 Posts: 892 Location: Faerun
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Posted: Fri Jun 04, 2004 3:20 pm Post subject: |
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Malak continued scanning the apparently-endless water for a few more moments, his brain churning about what, exactly, this recent turn of events meant for him and his future.
It took him a moment to realize that another individual was nearby. Dark skinned, pointy-eared, and with long white hair. Malak scanned him quickly, and shook his head at what he perceived. Overwhelmingly Light side, with no refreshing Dark portion, or even decent neutrality. Malak turned...
But his attention was arrested, and he turned again. Deep inside the newcomer was a ravening, overwhelmingly Dark-side part of his soul. Malak closed his eyes, and concentrated.
"So it is destined." You shall be a tool, though you shall turn against me in the end. The result of that betrayal, however, is beyond me... for now. As is the reason...
The dark one caught Malak's gaze, and he offered a small nod of the head. To this, Malak turned around, and walked down the deck.
As he was walking, however, another vision took him. The vision of a red-haired swordsman, victorious over an unseen foe. It was... intriguing. The Dark Lord filed the face away, knowing that he would encounter that swordsman in the future...
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R-vote to Shizumaru, chaining off the R-votes already thrown. *nods* |
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Seril Eternity Eight

Joined: 29 Apr 2004 Posts: 131 Location: Lost Ground
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Posted: Fri Jun 04, 2004 3:23 pm Post subject: |
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I'll give Carly a SUPER-JUSTICE-ULTRA-SHINY R-vote, chaining off of the ones given. _________________
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Peptuck The Warthog...of DOOM!

Joined: 05 Nov 2003 Posts: 546 Location: On Halo and loving it
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Posted: Fri Jun 04, 2004 3:24 pm Post subject: |
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Throwing out the necassary R-Votage!
R-Votes to:
Cyan Garamonde!
Red/Alkaiser!
Drizzt Do'Urden!
Shizumaru! (adding to the chain, of course)
And that's it, I'm off to work for about...six hours. Toodles 'till then. _________________
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Helmar Brilliant Reflection

Joined: 23 May 2004 Posts: 32
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Posted: Fri Jun 04, 2004 3:31 pm Post subject: |
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"Ah... nekochan.. I am afraid I can't do that.. If you won't help, I may have to punish you.."
Nova felt the blades’ pressure increase slightly as Sora finished speaking. She still had no clue what he was talking about, and this situation wasn’t exactly conductive to rational thought. She knew Sora was too fast for her to try anything; by the time she even started her spells she’d be dead. She’d even actually give him this “member address” he kept talking about if she knew what it was. The only thing that could help would be her armor, since it appeared instantly and in a burst of fire…
…but of course, she’d left it with Mokona. She bit back an oath as thought about all the times she’d nearly been killed by that ball of fluff.
Nova let out an inaudible sigh as she resigned herself to her only option. She gathered her power, visualized the deck far, far away from Sora, and pushed.
Now translucent, Nova ignored the blades and turned in Sora’s arms – actually, went through his arms. She gave him a sweet smile, then leaned over to his ear.
“Maybe next time we meet, you’ll actually tell me what this ‘member address’ thing that you want so much is. Ja ne, So-ra-kun!” Nova whispered as she faded completely out of sight.
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Nova’s vision blurred for a moment, then resolved itself to a scene of the deck she had visualized. The teleport went off correctly. At least something went right toda-
Nova didn’t have time to finish her thought as she fell fifty feet to the deck. While she got the destination right, the altitude was a little off. She focused as much as she could on levitation, but only managed to slow her fall a little.
Actually, the fall didn’t hurt all that much. The reason for that soon became apparent as Nova heard a groan of pain from below her.
Below her?
Nova stood quickly, looking on what she had landed on. Seeing a groaning boy holding a sword, she quickly helped him up and dusted him off a bit.
Sora’s voice could be heard, albeit faintly. “Nova-chaaaan!”
With a bit of panic in her eyes, Nova gave an abrupt bow. She quickly told the groaning boy “Sorryaboutthemissedteleport won’thappenagainIpromise!” as she dashed in the direct opposite direction from which Sora’s voice could be heard. With any luck, she could find Mokona and get her armor back before Sora could find her again…
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Keitaro groaned, and muttered to the world at large: “Why me? Why is it always me?”
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R-vote to Keitaro. While being landed on hurt a bit, he did get a chance to meet a pretty girl briefly.
Well. Another one, anyway.
Nova Shido w/ Mokona
4/5 A-votes
4/5 R-votes
5/5 WP
5/5 JP _________________ Embracing the Light and Shadow
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Seril Eternity Eight

Joined: 29 Apr 2004 Posts: 131 Location: Lost Ground
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Posted: Fri Jun 04, 2004 3:52 pm Post subject: |
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Nearing the elevator, Asuka noticed something near the doorway. A small white creature with a red gem on its forehead was staring at him. Asuka blinked, thinking that he was just imagining things. Unfortunatley for him, the creature did not vanish.
"Puu!" The creature lept at Asuka. He attempted to sidestep the creature, but it somehow caught onto his coat. Climbing up his coat rapidly, it reached Asuka's head, and firmly glomped onto the back of it.
"Ah, um... Excuse me? Could you kindly extract yourself from my head?"
"Puu."
"I'll take that as a no. Once again, I reiterate that this is a strange world. Quite a strange one indeed."
"Puuu."
Asuka blinked, "Your name is Mokona, isn't it? How did I know that?
"Puu."
Asuka sighed. I can't believe I'm actually talking to this creature. "Mind if I ask what it is you want from me?"
"Puu!" Mokona de-attatched itself from Asuka's head and plopped down inside his coat's hood. Reaching over his shoulder, it pointed eastward. "Puu!"
If it's one thing I've learned from Kazuma, it's that it's best to go with the flow of things. Forgetting about his hunger, Asuka set off eastward on the ship.
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Mokona has now found a means personal transportation.
Asuka
4 A-votes
3 R-votes
5 WP
5 JP _________________

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Procyon Raccoon Master Thief

Joined: 05 Jul 2003 Posts: 203 Location: Socorro, NM
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Posted: Fri Jun 04, 2004 3:52 pm Post subject: 1-3 |
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The fat… whatever it was… stood with her back to the door as Sly Cooper entered the storage room. In her arms she clasped an immense handheld drill of some sort, and she was laughing to herself (a creepy, resonating, deep laugh) as she turned the machine on and off. A ship worker lay unconscious and bleeding from his face at her feet. More to the point, though, in front of here lay a pile of. Most of them were heavily rusted through, but glimmering jewels and mysterious script begged him to take a closer look.
Unfortunately, the obese drill-wielding creature still stood in his way. And surely she would be leaving soon, but…
"Let's see those hideous freaks stand before me now!" She turned around, a sadistic grin splayed across her face as she held the machine in the air, its shining hammer flying in and out with a deafening thunder.
… he'd may as well take care of this one now.
The massive woman walked toward the door and opened it, holding the drill in front of her as she squeezed her massive girth through the frame. And at that instant, Sly Cooper leapt out of the protection of his invisibility and brought the cane down with a fierce blow to the back of her skull. The woman shrieked, and with a clanging sound the heavy piece of equipment she was carrying dropped to the ground. But she did not follow suit, so with a quick backhand Sly brought the cane crashing into her head again. Howling, his target raised an arm behind her to shield her as she tried to spun around (a task which failed, as she was unfortunately caught in the doorway). But she still did not fall… and in fact, with a growl, she stepped forward out of the doorway and picked up her dropped weapon off the ground before turning around to face her attacker.
"Heh…" Sly said to himself as he found himself staring into the eyes of 500 pounds of fury.
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A-vote to Queen Brahne.
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A-votes: 4/5
R-votes: 5/5
JP: 10/10
WP: 10/10 _________________
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Description 2: The Thievius Raccoonus Online
Chapter 0: Return to Paris 0-1 0-2
Chapter 1: Seas of Peril 1-1 1-2 1-3 1-4 1-5 1-6 1-7
Chapter 2: A Grim Gothic Game 2-1 2-2 2-3 2-4 2-5 2-7 2-8 2-9
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Simplistic Hero Its better on a bevel.

Joined: 02 Jul 2002 Posts: 187 Location: Fortress of Freaking Solitude
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Posted: Fri Jun 04, 2004 3:56 pm Post subject: |
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The agile racoon was impossible to hit.
The bit on the end Brahne's newfound wonder drill rotated at full speed, and the whole contraption vibrated and made the skin of her arms and neck wiggle and flap. The machine was loud. Like a mist engine.
She whirled right and left, plunging the tip of the machine at the animal, but he dove and flipped out of the way every time, narrowly escaping being torn to shreds, and instead watching as the crate he lept from was descimated into tiny shards.
Finally a mistep left him apparently vunerable in front of Brahne, and she stedied the drill in her gut and lunched forth, hoping to skewer him against a metal wall and let the drill bit do its work.
At the seeming last second, the racoon flipped upwards, landing on Brahne's head, bounding behind her and forcing her to stumble forwards.
The extra stumble put the drill bit through the metal wall, where it got stuck, struggled, and then dismantled itself through sheer friction.
Damnit! I JUST found that.
The racoon had a smug smirk, but the pose stalled him long enough for Brahne to put her royal foot into his chest hard and send him sprawling across the room and into a pile of storage crates.
Furious, she torn the Equipment Room door off its hinges on the way out.
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A-vote to Sly Cooper
Brahne has lost her Salvage Jackhammer *sniff* _________________ Tell me what you think of the new Banner.
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Alexander Krizak HA! Gorilla, right there!

Joined: 01 Jul 2002 Posts: 429 Location: The Khrimalith
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Posted: Fri Jun 04, 2004 4:08 pm Post subject: |
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I'm already rather late posting in this round, and I won't actually be returning until about 11PM later tonight, but Khrima will be showing up to wreak chaos and destruction, I guarantee that.
PROTIP: A Tech Chain is required to be continued in EVERY post after it is started. If a post doesn't continue the Tech Chain, the Tech Chain ends there. _________________
~ I am you, and you are me ~ This defies reality ~ Whether this is false or true ~ You are me, and I am you ~
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Magus Mr. Thou

Joined: 28 Nov 2002 Posts: 415 Location: Mount Zozo
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Posted: Fri Jun 04, 2004 4:09 pm Post subject: |
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Cyan Garamonde – 1/2
The Alkaiser and the Master Chief
“Pardon me, good sir.” The Doma knight asked after almost accidentally slammed against what seemed to be a soldier, clad in a strange armor and looking somewhat frightened by something – although the way he acted didn’t showed that, Cyan could identify a hint of uneasiness inside his brown eyes. Cyan stared at the stranger – most likely another contestant – curiously.
Ever since he had woken up on the rusty deck of the Thames, Cyan could not help but feel amazed at the amount of technology of this world, and the stranger’s armor was even more complex than the machinery surrounding them inside the ship.
“My name is Cyan Garamonde, former retainer to the King of Doma.” He bowed his head slightly. “I gather you are not from this place and is taking part of this elusive tournament.”
The Master Chief nodded and picked up his helmet from the table.
“John 117, Master Chief Petty Officer,” He stated with a slight salute, then stared for a moment at Cyan’s sheath and armor. “If you’ll excuse me sir, I was going to get something to quench my appetite.” He said as he continued on his way towards the counter before the meeting.
Cyan stood beside the table for a moment, then walked towards counter to meet the Chief again. He was quite intrigued by the soldier’s choice of clothing and weaponry – he was carrying a rather strange weapon, much like Edgar’s Auto-Crossbow, most likely a ranged weapon – that lay beside the Chief by the counter as he made his order. Oddly enough, nobody inside the Hall seemed to regard either of them as different or dangerous, even when they were carrying weapons along with them inside the bar.
“I am sorry to bother you yet again, Sir John, but I your choice of weaponry is quite different from what I have seen before in the thirty years I have been a knight under my liege.” He said, in an almost apology – he didn’t feel comfortable in interrupting the stranger’s meal only to ask him about petty things such as weapons.
The Master Chief nodded and a faint smile appeared in his stoic face. He too was somewhat curious about Cyan, as the knight’s choice of armor and weapons wouldn’t be quite effective against menaces such as the Covenant, at least according to Cortana’s scan.
“It is not a problem, Sir Cyan. I also have noticed that you use a quite antiqued technique of combat. In my world, we have abandoned such kind of weaponry for more effective means of dealing with the enemy almost a thousand years ago, according to my history files.”
Cyan nodded and brought his hand carved sheath closer to Master Chief, so he could show him the fine work the blacksmith had done.
“This sword is called the Murasame and the legend says that this very sword was used in a great war, one thousand years prior to now.” He paused and slowly drew the blade from the sheath “This blade has had encountered many enemies in it’s lifetime, and it somehow ended in my possession. And how about yourself, Sir, do your weapons have a history?” He said, glancing at the MA5B assault rifle that lay by the Chief’s side and putting the Murasame back in its sheath.
The Chief was quite impressed with Cyan’s explanation – in Earth, all weapons were mass produced and new and more efficient models were being developed constantly, which made a lot of old models become obsolete in a rather short amount of time.
“This is a MA5B assault rifle.” The Chief said, pointing to the rifle beside him “Standard rifle for the UNSC forces. Used on both assault and defensive combat and can fire several rounds per second.” He said as he picked it up – it looked quite heavy, but Chief’s augmented strength made him lift the rifle as if it didn’t weight anything. “Unfortunately, this baby doesn’t have a history. These rifles are mass produced all over the solar system and are quickly replaced as new models arrive on the market.”
“It is quite unfortunate. In my land, swords are considered to be the soul of the warrior and are handed from father to son. Unfortunately, I won’t be able to uphold to this tradition anymore.”
He shrugged, and put the rifle back to where it was before. Then, he picked up a handgun from inside his armor and aimed towards Cyan. The knight’s eyes widened as he heard a small click coming from inside the gun’s barrel.
A loud gunfire sound was heard throughout the Hall as Cyan barely managed to avoid the bullet in time. The sound of glass and tables falling on the floor echoed in Cyan’s head as he cast a Haste spell to increase his speed and reflexes to take on the augmented soldier. Cyan got up with incredible speed, reaching for his sword and charging against the Master Chief, but soon he noticed that the Chief’s had his attention focused elsewhere and he turned around to see what was the subject of the Chief’s attention.
“Holy shit, dude! You almost shot me!” Said a spike haired youth that had just come out of the elevator. “Do you have a problem with me?! Ten minute truce my ass!”
And then, things got really messy inside the Thame’s Mess Hall.
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1 R-Vote to Red/Alkaiser
1 R-Vote to Master Chief
1 R-Vote to Shizumaru
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Cyan Garamonde – Viscerotonic Level 1
4 A-Votes
2 R-Votes
5 WP
5 JP _________________
"I am Cyan, retainer to the King of Doma.
I am your worst nightmare..." |
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Procyon Raccoon Master Thief

Joined: 05 Jul 2003 Posts: 203 Location: Socorro, NM
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Posted: Fri Jun 04, 2004 4:49 pm Post subject: 1-4 |
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"Ow…"
Sly Cooper groaned as he struggled to stand up amongst the splintered boxes. Fortunately Her Fatness had left the room, and he was free to take his time as he brushed his clothes off and straightened his trademark cap. OK, so that hadn't exactly gone as well as planned, and that was something he'd have to keep in mind the next time he faced off against a one-ton menace.
But no matter: the equipment room was all his now. Immediately the thief headed over to the pile of artifacts, dropping to his knees to rummage through the material. It was all rather fascinating stuff. Unfortunately, it didn't have much more than souvenir value… the security on this ship was hardly impressive (the one guard had been taken out before he even got there), and nothing he could snag from this pile really said anything about his thieving prowess. Nevertheless, mysterious ancient artifacts from another universe were mysterious ancient artifacts from another universe, and after a minute or two of sifting the raccoon selected a pair of rather interesting objects to keep with him: a shiny white crest and a (rusted) gadgety... thing. (Hopefully Bentley might be able to take care of the details a little later.) But that would be enough for now - there wasn't much room in his bag, after all.
Sly rose to his feet and walked over to open the door (which required some effort, since it had practically come off of its hinges.) Well, he'd got what he came for in this place: maybe it was time to meet some of the other "competitors" in this thing (and, more importantly, their belongings). _________________
Description 1: Police Dossier
Description 2: The Thievius Raccoonus Online
Chapter 0: Return to Paris 0-1 0-2
Chapter 1: Seas of Peril 1-1 1-2 1-3 1-4 1-5 1-6 1-7
Chapter 2: A Grim Gothic Game 2-1 2-2 2-3 2-4 2-5 2-7 2-8 2-9
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Simplistic Hero Its better on a bevel.

Joined: 02 Jul 2002 Posts: 187 Location: Fortress of Freaking Solitude
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Brahne found a better elevator and rode back up to the deck of the Thames, still furious Sly Cooper had ruined her new toy and set on releasing a little bit of her frustration.
Ater a little searching, Brahne climbed up a stack of crates so she could have a better view of her surroundings. Then she found herself a target, perfectly unexpecting. The blue, elfish figure had back turned, and white hair mingling with the top of two sheathed swords. He was yards away, below her, but within throwing distance.
Brahne pick up a heavy crate and shook it, feeling the heavy salvage inside rattle around. Then she heaved it above her heard, balanced herself, stepped forward and launched the box with all her strength.
Bullseye.
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A-vote to Drizzt
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BlackMage She's back...!

Joined: 08 Jul 2002 Posts: 765 Location: Around the other hemisphere.
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Session Two: Edward Enters – Dr. Seuss style!
She fell from the sky which was quite high above, and landed with a “thump” with no grace like a dove. She viewed her landscape which was far and wide. There were people there – to both her right and left side! Another tournament had begun, to too Ed’s glee; she and Ein were a part of it, and they were at sea! It was so beautiful, relaxing and good! She wanted to jump in the water – oh, only if she could!
She checked her watch, then remembered she didn’t have one, and so logged onto TOMATO for the time – just for fun. She realized that it was late that day, and soon she’d have to leave, and she couldn’t really stay! Oh alas, poor Edward was in a tight fix! She had to do something, and she must do it quick!
She grabbed Ein by the collar, and strode into the crowd, and something caught her attention, and it made itself loud! She turned her head slightly, slowly to her left, and there was a view that she described as “the best”. It was a gear with much gear like rows.
“Well, then,” she said, “Let’s begin the show!”
She went to bite it but to no avail. Gears could not be bitten, so she had to bail. It was very hard to know what to do to this gear, so she sat and she waited, and Ein sighed in fear.
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Edward Wong Hau Pepelu Tivrusky IV
5 A-Votes
5 R-Votes
5 WP
5 JP _________________
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Seril Eternity Eight

Joined: 29 Apr 2004 Posts: 131 Location: Lost Ground
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Posted: Fri Jun 04, 2004 5:56 pm Post subject: |
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Some minor vote dumping:
One R-vote for Nabeshin. Why? So I won't feel bad when I give him this A-vote. Sorry pal, let the 'fro live on!
Asuka
3 A-votes
2 R-votes
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Moogle Chased by destiny

Joined: 28 Dec 2003 Posts: 117 Location: Maryland, USA
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Posted: Fri Jun 04, 2004 6:21 pm Post subject: |
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So far the determined warrior mode of Keitaro was not going very well. After the big sailor gave him the cutlass - he never did get that guy's name, which might have been for the better since it decreased the chance he would ever have to smell that breath again - he prowled around on the deck (or at least tried to mimic what he had in his head as a picture of prowling around on the deck) and made no offensive impact whatsoever.
Not only that, but he somehow managed to have some girl (who was not Naru) land on him after appearing from the middle of nowhere. It was only a moment after that happened that his nose erupted like Mount Fiji, except instead of lava flowing out it was blood. And instead of it being accompanied by ash flying for miles around, it was really just blood that gushed and landed all over the ship.
The sight of blood made him nauseous, and before his nose was even finished bleeding he leaned over the side of the ship and was doing his own disgusting part towards feeding the natural wildlife. Assuming, that is, any of it would be interested in regurgitated human food, but either way Keitaro was in no way to ponder that sort of consequence. It was simply the most convenient means to an end, namely emptying his guts in the least embarrassing way possible.
"Ugh..." he said between coughs and heaves. The hapless fellow tried to wipe off his mouth on a nearby coil of rope, which, while rough, also was not his shirt. He could explain any number of failures to the people he knew back home, but saying he puked all over himself and that was what was on his shirt, that was beyond him.
Eventually (seconds later that felt more like an eternity,) he stopped and just held on to the edge of the railing and stared down into the water. 'I must be going crazy... that looks like Naru.' The official diagnosis on Keitaro's sanity would normally be left to a professional psychologist; however, the thing that reminded Keitaro of Naru was the shape of the discolored water that he added to the sea.
Not only that, but voice of the beautiful brunette who occupied so much of his thought process at any given time thundered through his head starting at that very mom-- YOU IDIOT! HOW DARE YOU GIVE UP! IT'S ONLY THE FIRST ROUND! IF YOU GIVE UP IN THE FIRST ROUND, HOW DO YOU THINK YOU'LL EVER MAKE IT TO TOKYO U? DON'T EVEN BOTHER SHOWING YOUR FACE AGAIN IF YOU LOSE IN THE FIRST ROUND! --ent. Further exhibiting his lack of mental stability, the Naru visage in the water seemed to enlarge and even speak to him while he heard her voice berating him.
Then he remembered his earlier vows to the empty air to do his best for Naru. 'I did say that, didn't I?' He stood back up again and triumphantly put his fist in the air. 'Yes! I will do it for you, Naru! I will do my best and then come back and then we can go to Toky--'
"YAHOO!" a high-pitched voice screamed as the source of it blew past him in a blue blur. He could feel the gust generated by whatever it was tugging at his clothes. For a moment he was elated that he was lucky enough that his clothes weren't ripped off, but then he remembered: he was Keitaro Urashima! If he had one lucky moment, it was surely just to torment him all the further the next time something went poorly for him.
The blurred object wheeled around and came back towards him. Time seemed to slow as he watched it approach, a small blue go-kart of some kind that was being driven by - a little girl with a mushroom for the top of her head? - and along for the ride was... a turtle with a red shell and wings. But not the same sort of turtle as Tama-chan.
Just when Keitaro was sure he was going to become roadkill (a feeling he was quite familiar with ever since he met Seta,) the kart screeched to a halt right in front of him. On closer inspection, the go-kart was being driven by... a little girl with a mushroom for the top of her head who had pigtails, and the passenger was... a turtle with a red shell and wings. But a bigger turtle than Tama-chan, and one who seemed to be a biped, strangely enough. Naturally, he did nothing but stare. Even for Keitaro Urashima this was getting a little weird.
"You look bored," the mushroom girl said to him, peering at him just as intently as he was staring at her. "Hey, wait a minute, where's your mustache?"
"What are you talking about?"
"Your mustache!" the girl repeated. "Don't all of you have mustaches?"
"What... no, I don't understand..."
She threw up her arms and gave an exaggerated, exasperated sigh. "Well, whatever. You look bored, wanna ride?"
"I, uh... I don't know how..."
A dismissing wave from the mushroom girl. "That's nothing, I'll teach you. Come on, hop in!"
"What about him?" Keitaro said, gesturing to the red turtle, and also finally finding a decent reason not to go along with the girl. Or so he thought.
"Oh, him?" She looked back to the turtle as though she'd forgotten he was there. "He's getting bored and he wants to fly off anyway." As if on cue - in fact, to Keitaro it looked suspiciously like a cue - the turtle got out of the seat and flew off into the mists. "See?"
"Well, I guess--"
Without waiting for any further response, she grabbed him by the arm and threw him into the passenger seat despite the fact that he weighed much more than her. "Great! I'm Toadette!" she gushed in the same breath.
"Keitaro Urashima-- whoa!"
As soon as he said his name, Toadette mashed down on the gas pedal and the go-kart took off again.
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Paratroopa flew around for a while in the mists, not really seeing anything, until he came through into a patch that was quite clear. It was eerie even before he saw the other occupant... Tama-chan, the hot springs turtle.
"Myuh!" Tama-chan exclaimed, hearts suddenly appearing in her eyes.
A look of fear was in the Paratroopa's expression and he reversed and flew the hell out of there as soon as he could. But Tama-chan was chasing him already, so it was too late.
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1 R-Vote to Nova because one good deed deserves another.
Stats:
Keitaro Urashima
Musculotonic
4/5 A-Votes
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Pin! To Higher Horizons! The Sociopolitical Fanficcer

Joined: 03 May 2003 Posts: 238 Location: Central Texas
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Posted: Fri Jun 04, 2004 7:37 pm Post subject: |
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dump
A-Votes:
Drizzt
Conker
Revan
Brahne
Asuka
Ability:
Roll Beat
Shizumaru
Kitchen Sink
Sly Cooper
Magic:
Sidewinder
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San Draco Elven High Wizard

Joined: 08 Jul 2002 Posts: 892 Location: Faerun
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Posted: Fri Jun 04, 2004 7:48 pm Post subject: |
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Quick post for an A-vote chain, which will be explained later...
A-vote to Revan, chaining off of Rayjack's attack. |
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Thirdtwin the original -SHINING JUSTICE-

Joined: 02 Jul 2002 Posts: 778 Location: in a box of mistery
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Posted: Fri Jun 04, 2004 7:49 pm Post subject: |
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"...so you see, mi hombre, that's how I saved all those baberitas from the Wels," -Big Joe- continued his story to the sailor beside him.
(the sound of gunfire)
The sailor, drunk into a near stupor, glanced up at the tremendous, miraculously coiffed man in pink, his head bobbing intermittently. "Sho what'djya do den, Joe?"
(glass breaking)
"Well..." -Big Joe- smirked, light gleaming off his immaculate teeth. His next word carried all the sexually stimulating force his gruff baritone could carry. "-Amore-. -hic-"
(a valve bursting, the release of steam, the screams of men)
"Now dash wa' I'm talkin bout, arrharrharr! Dash a reeeeeel -man o da shea- rite durr!" The sailor raised an unsteady arm into the air, grog swilling about in his half-full stein as he raised a toast to the -vessel of the spirit of the <King of Rock 'n Roll>-. He then slumped over the bar, the weighty stein falling from his hands and loosing its precious contents. The sailor barely noticed.
(swords clashing, more gunfire)
"I'm flattered you think of me suchly, amigo. Now, let's-hic- get you back to your room--it looks like you've had quite enough to drink."
(curses, incantations, the hum of Ether(?) searing the air, the yowl of a cat, the squawk of a seagull)
"Nah, mn, Ah'm todally fine OOOOOIIIIII!! KEEP IT DOWN BACK THURR YE GOD-POUNDED BILGE RATS!!!, Drash'n frash'n-- todally foine, Joeshy boy -hic-. Shee, I shtill got a bita fire left in m' belly--" and with a heaving sigh, the sailor loosed the (mostly liquid) contents of his stomach. -Big Joe-, using all his speed (and that was certainly a great amount of speed), dodged the vomit before it could touch his immaculate black suede shoes.
(even more gunfire, more shattering glass, the cries of more animals, and oddly enough, the tinkle of a harp)
-Big Joe- turned to face the spectacle before him. The spiky-haired boy, clutching his right shoulder, blood painting the hilt of his sword; the middle-aged hombre, decked out in full medieval-style armor, gripping a single-edged sword at his side; the military man in armor even more advanced than some Gears, levelling a pistol of some sort at the boy....
"Well, now," -Big Joe- intoned, his deep voice filling the cafeteria.
*cue music: "Go Go Cactus Man", Cowboy Bebop OST 3: Blue*
The pistol-wielding man jerked, his military reflexes instantly turning him toward the new threat. "It looks like we got ourselves here a regular barfight."
"Who the hell do you think you are, man? Can't you see I'm in the middle of kicking these guys' asses?" Red asked, confused.
"As to the first question, chico, you must not be from around these parts, are ya? -hic-" -Big Joe- lifted his hands from the buckles of his belt, extending them in opposite directions as he posed. "Why, I'm the one, the only... -BIG JOE-." Confetti rained from the heavens. -Big Joe- swiveled his hips. Somewhere nearby, a girl screamed in giddy ecstacy.
Dude, this guy's worse than me when I'm Alkaiser.
"And for the second question... well, I'm no stranger to the ways of men of valor, of the valiant struggle between warriors, but at the same time, this isn't a place of war. This is a mere drinking hall, for men of the sea to let their days and paychecks slip through their fingers. Certainly you don't want to disturb the fragile peace that still exists in places like this, on this sad, war-torn world, now do ya? -hic-"
"My good sir, thou speakest well; yet this is a matter of honor, and must thus be resolved post haste," the azure-clad samurai muttered, his eyes never leaving Red's. "This child must yet be taught a lesson, and I would fain delay the teaching, lest he slip away from its teachers." -Big Joe- sighed, shaking his head slightly, before raising his own beer mug from the bar; he brought it to his lips, took a somehow graceful swig, and lowered it, grinning as the light caught his teeth.
"So that's the way you wanna play it, eh amigo? -hic-" -Big Joe- muttered, his drawl thickening ever so slightly with his rising blood alcohol level. "Well then, if I can't ask with my words, I'll have to ask with my fists, won't I? -hic- I didn't want it to progress this far... but I guess it must again be proven. It's time you boys learned the might of a REAL--" Joe pivoted on his heels, swirling a perfect 120 degrees as a clank sounded above him.
"MAN--" He pivoted again, his mug in the air above his head (not a drop of foam leaked from it), as another clank sounded from below his feet.
"OF THE S--" The sound of gunfire shattered the might of the invocation (as well as the massive beer mug). Red spun his revolver idly, not even looking at the pink-clad man.
"Dude. SHUT UP. You're making my damn head hurt with your blathering."
"....alright, I didn't wanna haveta do this, but don't NOBODY INNERUPT DA SPEECH! -hic-" -Big Joe- thrust his arms into the air, the force of sudden exortion distorting his face. "BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEG JOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOE!!!!! SHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWTIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIME!" A twelve-foot-tall, roughly humanoid machine landed gracelessly behind -Big Joe-, smashing the bar to splinters. In a motion I'm too lazy to describe, -Big Joe- had climbed into the mecha, and now gripped its controls with ease and comfort. The machine spun one of its massive guns in the air. "Now to show y'all the wonders of -Joe Brand™- mecha parts."
But Cyan was already charging, his hands at his sword, a blue aura surrounding his body. -Big Joe- let fly a flurry of flak from his mecha's machine gun. The retainer, his body enhanced by the effects of Haste, was able to dodge all the bullets effortlessly... all but one, which tore through his armor just below the collarbone.
Cyan grinned.
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A-vote to Revan, chaining to DRACO's attack (*is smrat*) _________________ TT
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Lisa Pumpkin Queen

Joined: 03 Jul 2002 Posts: 1804 Location: Fa'Diel
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Posted: Fri Jun 04, 2004 7:50 pm Post subject: |
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While I'm waiting for Carly to post so I can write, I'll cast a few more votes.
1 A-vote to Nabeshin
1 A-vote to Rayjack
1 R-vote to Revan
Roll Beat on Rayjack
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Thirdtwin the original -SHINING JUSTICE-

Joined: 02 Jul 2002 Posts: 778 Location: in a box of mistery
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Posted: Fri Jun 04, 2004 7:51 pm Post subject: |
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R-vote to:
Rayjack _________________ TT
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Helmar Brilliant Reflection

Joined: 23 May 2004 Posts: 32
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Posted: Fri Jun 04, 2004 7:52 pm Post subject: |
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R-vote to Red.
*hums the Big O theme* _________________ Embracing the Light and Shadow

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Seril Eternity Eight

Joined: 29 Apr 2004 Posts: 131 Location: Lost Ground
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Posted: Fri Jun 04, 2004 7:52 pm Post subject: |
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Lead by Mokona, Asuka continued his journey eastward. Having no clue what he was looking for, he kept his eyes open for any signs of danger. Danger wasn't what he found, though, quite the opposite.
A blue race kart zoomed by, around, and then stopped right in front of Asuka. A small girl with a toad-shaped head looked up at Asuka and said, "Um, excuse me? Can you do anything about this guy in the back? I think he has motion sickness."
I wonder why. Asuka kept a laugh down, and looked at Keitaro. Taking a small white pill out of his coat, he slipped it into the boy's mouth. "That should hold him. I had... a friend who used to get seasick a lot. He should be fine soon."
"Thanks!" With that, Toadette zoomed off.
"Odd, odd people." Asuka continued eastward.
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Grail on Keitaro.
One A-vote to Rayjack.
2 A-votes
2 R-votes
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Moogle Chased by destiny

Joined: 28 Dec 2003 Posts: 117 Location: Maryland, USA
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Posted: Fri Jun 04, 2004 7:53 pm Post subject: |
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Roll Beat on Rayjack, joining a chain with Asuka.
1 R-Vote to Asuka
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Keitaro Urashima
Musculotonic
4/5 A-Votes
3/5 R-Votes
2 WP
5 JP _________________
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CarlyCheeese Scarlet Rain Silence

Joined: 02 Jul 2002 Posts: 1149 Location: Koka-In Temple
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Posted: Fri Jun 04, 2004 7:54 pm Post subject: |
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Chaining an A-vote onto Rayjack. _________________
. . . . . . . . . . . . Credo quia absurdum non credere. . . . . . . . . . . . . |
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San Draco Elven High Wizard

Joined: 08 Jul 2002 Posts: 892 Location: Faerun
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Posted: Fri Jun 04, 2004 7:54 pm Post subject: |
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Joining yet another daisy-chain by using an A-vote to Rayjack. (Once again, this will be described. |
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Magus Mr. Thou

Joined: 28 Nov 2002 Posts: 415 Location: Mount Zozo
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Posted: Fri Jun 04, 2004 7:55 pm Post subject: |
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1 R-Vote to Rayjack _________________
"I am Cyan, retainer to the King of Doma.
I am your worst nightmare..." |
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Onyx Dark Lord of the Sith

Joined: 01 Oct 2002 Posts: 1181 Location: New Jersey
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Switchblade Rock You!

Joined: 01 Jul 2002 Posts: 827 Location: Cybertron
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Posted: Fri Jun 04, 2004 8:03 pm Post subject: |
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Oi. I don't like having to do this, but I'm hereby asking you all to A-Vote me.
I just don't have the inspiration right now to stay onboard as a full sponsor. Terry will still be around, and hopefully I'll come up with some good stuff still. But for now I can't honestly stay in and let someone who has inspiration possibly get voted out instead. So vote for Terry and I'll see you all next round as a Fallen. _________________
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Lisa Pumpkin Queen

Joined: 03 Jul 2002 Posts: 1804 Location: Fa'Diel
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Posted: Fri Jun 04, 2004 8:05 pm Post subject: |
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1 A-vote to Terry.
Sorry to hear that, Switch. =/ *huggles* I know the feeling, sadly. |
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Kyo Little Faith

Joined: 01 Jul 2002 Posts: 446 Location: Indefinite
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A-Votes:
Rayjack
Terry
Malak
Revan
R-Votes:
Lisa
Shizumaru
Revan
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Seril Eternity Eight

Joined: 29 Apr 2004 Posts: 131 Location: Lost Ground
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Posted: Fri Jun 04, 2004 8:06 pm Post subject: |
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Nearby, Terry slipped on a bananaphone.
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One A-vote to Terry. Chained onto Luna's, of course.
Sorry Switch :\
1 A-votes
2 R-votes
5/9 WP
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San Draco Elven High Wizard

Joined: 08 Jul 2002 Posts: 892 Location: Faerun
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Posted: Fri Jun 04, 2004 8:07 pm Post subject: |
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Whee x3! A chained A-vote to Terry. |
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Thirdtwin the original -SHINING JUSTICE-

Joined: 02 Jul 2002 Posts: 778 Location: in a box of mistery
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Posted: Fri Jun 04, 2004 8:08 pm Post subject: |
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Terry slipped right into the bar cafeteria. A flying beer bottle hit him in the head.
A-vote to:
Terry (chain that ish down!)
Sorry, mang. _________________ TT
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Helmar Brilliant Reflection

Joined: 23 May 2004 Posts: 32
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Roll-Beat to Terry. _________________ Embracing the Light and Shadow
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CarlyCheeese Scarlet Rain Silence

Joined: 02 Jul 2002 Posts: 1149 Location: Koka-In Temple
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Hisame Shizumaru - 1:2
Satsujinken. Katsujinken.
The sword that kills, and the sword that bestows life. Muramasa and Masamune.
Each with its own path, each to decide its own fate. From master to master, carrying on the legend, created with a curse and a blessing - the curse to the Muramasa, born always to be a sword to kill in naievte, and the blessing to the Masamune, forged with wisdom for the true purpose of a blade... to protect. Through evil hands, through pure hands, both swords travel, weaving their sash of time and destiny. Entwined through eternity, swept through the cosmos, the legend is just that; legend, until the very thing ends up in unsuspecting hands.
A devil perhaps holds the Masamune, an innocent child the Muramasa. Neither led to each sword, but rather chosen by the will of the blade. Either can corrupt in the end, leading the bearer against their will to such impossible lengths and circumstance - driving them to insanity beyond any seen before. Such is the taint of bloodlust or futility. The Muramasa's lust may never be satisfied, nor will the Masamune cease from protecting the innocent, and both goals of each sword drive their wielders to madness.
Even as th-
Shizumaru...
... yes?
May I be blunt and say that situations like these are typically not the time for reverie such as that?
There's no need to rush me, Ameki. Either way, the blue thing's still getting hit.
Unless he hits you first.
'Unless' being the key word, there. Besides, you could use a history lesson once in a while, don't you think?
All I need is yours. Nothing more.
That's a shame, then, Shizumaru smirked, quickly sidestepping out of the way to avoid another dash of blood from the soul of Makai. A distance away from him, the two little ones, Bud and Lisa, were quarreling with their goblin slave about one thing or another, the goblin himself was refusing to take part in any sort of escape, and as for Shizumaru - well, there wasn't much left for him to do besides fight, was there? Another flash of blood drew near, and Shizumaru popped open his umbrella to shield himself from it. The blood splattered on the canvas, dripping down slowly, but some of it did bounce right back and cut Jedah in its path.
"Guri!!" Bud and Lisa screeched at the goblin, as Lisa whacked it on the head with her broom. "You can't hide at a time like this! There's this thing, you know, called fighting for the team, ever heard of it?!"
"If anything, I'm the leader of you two!" Guri snapped right back. "And I'm not having anything to do with this, no way no how nuh-uh no siree bud and you'd rather find my head on a lamp post than see me fight that th-th-th-guy and the same goes for you so let's get out of here!" he whined miserably, under Bud and Lisa's swats. "Let the bishie do all the work, come on! I take back everything I said about you earlier, Shizzle, you really can fight, so please take care of him for meeee..."
Shizumaru couldn't help but crack a smile at the argument behind him, spinning out of the way as Jedah tore off a dash of flesh from his bare chest and sent another rain of blood splashing towards him (the skin regenerated quite easily and quickly). Once Shizumaru suspected all of the blood had fallen to the floor, he dashed in close to Jedah and drove his umbrella flat into his gut, knocking him back against the wall. Even though he'd hit him straight on, Shizumaru knew full well how effective his Kirisame really would be against such a foe, and had intended to reach up and trade it off for his nodachi - but his hand brushed against the hilt of the Muramasa as he slung the umbrella across his back, sending a jolt through his spine. Both he and Ameki realized what he could do, but Shizumaru wasn't so sure he actually would do it.
The Muramasa gives you a clear advantage, you'll remember.
I know that, Shizumaru frowned, as Jedah's scarlet eyes rose to meet his own. I also know what happened to Zack-san and the Marquis the last time they thought they could handle the blade's power... and I know you recall, too. How's that for a history lesson, hm?
It doesn't matter much. What's in the past is in the past. The present, you'll see, has a much greater threat to you, and you have the perfect weapon to fight it.
He had a point, Shizumaru had to admit. The Muramasa literally drank blood; what good would Jedah's attacks be against him if the Muramasa drew in every last drop that he spilled from his body? The very blood shot across the room and nearly sliced him across the cheek; only for the Muramasa itself, which he had decided to draw out, did he not get hurt - the blood was pulled to the blade on its own. A moment later, all he really had to do was hold the blade out in front of him as the two wizards, Bud and Lisa, had gotten quite sick of trying to pry Guri out of his hidey-hole ("He's doing fine! You don't need to help him! Help ME! It's ME, your lovable pal Guri!! Get me out of heeeere!!"), and had decided, however warily, to attack Jedah as well. A spray of gems blasted up from the floor, shattering, and as the shards flew to the ground (raking Jedah in the process), a number of explosions popped up around the demon, and bits of him flew off, spraying more blood around.
Bud and Lisa looked quite confident in their skills, though Shizumaru wasn't entirely sure that the spells had worked the way they'd hoped - already, Jedah was regenerating the body parts that had been blown off, and he didn't look terribly pleased. "If you hadn't realized by now..." he whispered, floating slowly over to the two wizards, who, while plainly terrified, brandished their brooms staunchly (Guri had hidden away and was distinctly moaning out a last prayer). "That sort of thing can't work against me, little ones." He held out his finger before the two of them, bending it back with his other hand until the tip of it completely snapped off - and then grew right back. "But now that you understand, I - "
He stopped dead, noticing - strangely enough - a deep cut across his torso that wasn't bloody. Jedah's eyes flared open, and he turned to the side immediately (Bud and Lisa yelped and ducked under his wings), seeing Shizumaru there, smirking with the Muramasa in hand. Jedah watched with bated breath as the blood clung to the sword, never falling to the floor in drops, and hardly drying out. "If it's a demon you want," Shizumaru's smile only grew wider, "then you've found one right here."
"That sword - " Jedah twitched, raking a finger across the cut in his torso for any blood, but there was not even a hint of it. Maybe he just wasn't... bleeding right? No, no, after tearing off his foot to test out that brilliant idea, Jedah seemed to be bleeding perfectly fine; but the sword, it seemed, was going to be a bit of a stick in his plans. He managed to hold off the blade with his hand as Shizumaru dove in quickly, aiming for his leg - but he grimaced in pain as Shizumaru forced the blade further along, stabbing him in the thigh and drawing off any blood that would've splashed away. The demon hunter rebounded with a quick spin on his heel and swung the dark tachi right at Jedah's chest - though again, the soul of Makai caught the blade, and tried to fling it away. Shizumaru went with the force of the blade, and brought up the Muramasa in a wide arc across Jedah's back - another cut to the wing, and one that drew no blood either.
Now that Jedah wasn't looking their way again, Bud and Lisa grinned devilishly, muttering the incantations to their spells. As Shizumaru plunged forward with the Muramasa, bringing the sword in front of him to parry one of Jedah's strikes (he hit the blade, and had completely forgotten his blood wouldn't splurt out), and blocking another that came from the demon's wing. He pushed against the flat of the blade, wetting his hand with the Makai's blood (it stung like an Apis mellifica), forcing the demon back, as he drew back quickly for another heavy slash over his head. When that one connected against the demon's arm, cutting quite nearly through it, Shizumaru bared his teeth and yelled out, nearly ready to drive the sword through the demon's chest - but it turned into a yelp of surprise when a flurry of fireballs came roaring from behind him, smashing into Jedah and - unfortunately for Shizumaru - spraying a rain of blood into the air. The same gemstones from before shot up from the ground floor, hurtling down to the blue demon, and they sent yet another spray of blood across the room. Bud and Lisa swatted away the blood as well as they could manage with their brooms, Shizumaru ducked low and drew out his umbrella, popping it open to cover himself from the spray -
- and Guri hid under a bucket, squealing in fear.
"WAAAUUUUUAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUURRRRRAAAUUUUUUURRRGGGGGGHH!!!!"
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R-votes to Bud, Lisa, Akira, and Cyan.
A-votes to Piastol (;_;) and a chained one to Terry ( ). _________________
. . . . . . . . . . . . Credo quia absurdum non credere. . . . . . . . . . . . .
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